Luyện nghe bài hát Oceanic Motion

all around, and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance.
I'm used to it now, I reek of it.
the of the air was tangible today, it was way too heavy for me.
I up an hour earlier,
I am eager to amaze myself for all the things I could do,
but most definitely won't, this loose hour.
day, predictably mundane,
another scratch on the of the 7" ep,
is my life... it keeps on bouncing!
(all around, and forth)
my "columbian (medium roast) full-bodied with flavor" coffee.
expensively like sewer water today.
the "normal and subtle" sour taste couldn't be at all,
no matter how I it.
how many times I wonder if this taste wasn't impregnated in my mouth?
and again (and as always),
I'm having a conversation.
with the refrigerator by my side, always complaining,
I'm used to his point of views now, his mumbling...
drastically sarcastic, almost has has my coffee.
he seems to have an about everything?
an passed, then I remembered that I have an optic sense.
ah, there its is, my 4th floor morning-view of a back alley.
down there, an man is wandering,
nervously all around, back and forth.
and once the tension is gone, that nobody's there
(Unaware that he's being at),
unzip his and ungraciously expose himself
in order to piss his way my alley.
I am almost has as he, once he's finished,
but for obvious reasons.
confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled.
I think go back to sleep.
(Is it possible to be sea-sick on ground?)